Chapter 479


    "The doctor was here yesterday. As for the treatment, the n has been drafted; we will carry on with


    the surgery tonight."


    Mark scanned the vi, "Is there anything that is stillcking?”


    "It''s perfect, Mr. Valentine. All your preparations are adequate and thorough."


    Not long after lunch, they went to the hospital for the surgery. The operation ended quickly in less than


    an hour. The doctor was smiling brightly, which meant good news.


    Surrounding Dean were all specialists, and Summer wasn''t of any use to them. Nevertheless, the


    nurses wouldn''t let here closer too.


    Dean’s condition improved greatly after a day. With the doctor''s approval, Summer went in and had a


    quick chat with him.


    She was asked to leave after a while, and she sat drearily on a long bench.


    Disapproving, Mark helped her up and said, "Come with me to a ce, it''s very interesting."


    Before Summer could ask about the ce, he had already led her out as he carried Charlotte.


    She was thinking of another ce. Never had she expect him to bring them to a basketball court. She


    frowned and looked at him. "So, this is the interesting ce?”


    "Come sit down and watch the game with me. Not only it is my favorite, it is also the most important


    match-LA Lakers versus Miami Heat."


    Summer sat sleepily beside him. Apparently, she had never been interested in basketball. On the


    contrary, Mark squinted his eyes and focused all his attention o n the court.


    She leaned to one side and fell asleep on his shoulders. Feeling sympathetic, he adjusted her head


    gently, carefully, and tenderly.


    At her age, Charlotte had zero understanding of basketball, nor did she know what it was. All she did


    was fumble her tiny hands over his face.


    While Mark was watching the game, she stood on hisp and fiddled with his face, molding it into all


    kinds of shapes.


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    After she had enough, she took a packet of snacks and stuffed bits of them into her mouth. After that,


    she also fed some to Mark.


    He paid no attention to her mischiefs but held on to her and chewed on the snacks she fed him.


    Surrounding them were all Albanians. They were mostly men who were passionate about basketball.


    They were whistling and cheering.


    Summer, awoken by the shouts and screams, rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at him. He had a


    serious expression and paid full attention to the court.


    In fact, for him to be this serious apart from work emitted an inexplicable charm.


    Charlotte stood on hisp and was busy braiding his hair. At a young age, she already knew how to


    split the hair evenly and tie them up.


    But where would she find a hairband?


    Summer chuckled as she observed them carefully. Charlotte intelligently removed her own hairband as


    she braided Mark''s hair. It was an unbelievable disy of busyness for a little girl.


    Mark shifted his attention to her, "You’re awake? Was the noise too loud?"


    He seemed oblivious to his daughter’s behavior. However, Summer chuckled and said nothing.


    Afterward, Summer turned her attention to the court. Suddenly, her eyes opened widely. She pointed at


    a yer in the court. "Isn''t that Lebron James?"


    Mark was puzzled, so he asked curiously, "You know him?"